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Of all the myriad creations of Nature, there can be
none more fascinating than woman. Beautiful,
mysterious, charming, warm, sensual, childlike - one
could spend an eternity listing the most sublime
death? One can only feel for those few spirited females
who must go through torture in this process.
What little there is left of her mind must be employed
with great cunning. Her feminine skills must be used
discriminately to ensure maximum reward, for she has
little else to call upon should they fail. Her years as a
teenager are ones of constant endeavour in the
perfecting of this art. Appearances, gossip, and boys
are the lifeblood of her existence. It is vital she
thoroughly learn the art of inuencing the male world
to her own ends. Failure here can only mean one
thing: to endure the most horrible of all punishments that of being unwanted.
Seduction forms the frontline of her being. With skill
and condence it can prove a most eective weapon.
Yet it is fragile, and works only in a narrow range of
conditions. Woman needs a role and a stage in order to
function, and so it is lucky for her that theatre actually
rules the world and there is little else in our culture
apart from seduction.
Outside of these necessary conditions, the bubble of
woman is easily burst. Yet, paradoxically, she is always
innitely secure. She possesses an impregnable line of
defense which can be called upon at any time, under
any circumstance: that of caving-in completely. By
thrusting her mind into the chaos of her emotions she
can escape into a realm in which nothing exists. Deep
in her heart, woman knows this; indeed, it almost
seems a source of inspiration to her. "Smug" is the
adjective that rst comes to mind when one observes
woman, albeit it is a smugness born of
unconsciousness rather than arrogance. The most
determined of feminists and the most pathetic of waifs
are both equally - smug.
Behind the glitter and dazzle of woman lies an
emptiness which goes nowhere. The great skill of
woman - her art par excellence! - is her ability to point
beyond herself. All her movements suggest a source
hidden deep within her. Man looks and looks - but
nds nothing. He exclaims, "Woman is a mystery!" And
no wonder! Nothing exists there to be found! Woman
is purely the supercial, whose superciality so
skillfully persuades to the contrary. For she has no
depth - there is not one bit, not one tiniest fraction, not
even one slither of this fraction of anything other than
the supercial.
A Psychological Interlude
Whoever it was that said humans spend their lives
attempting to crawl back to the womb was not too far
from the truth. More accurately though, the ego is
fundamentally motivated to nd the supreme
happiness and security of infancy and early childhood.
The infant bliss - a timeless, aimless sea of joy - is
perhaps felt most acutely between the time when the
conceptual faculty becomes developed enough to give
consciousness any meaning and the time when we
begin to fully appreciate the terrifying vastness of the
world we live in. Once driven out into the whirling
chaos of the outside world, we rarely experience such
dream-like bliss again.
Initially, the infant's attachment to the mother is
primarily a physiological one based on familiar sounds,
odours, and visual patterns. But as the child develops
intellectually, and its awareness of the world
increases, the infant begins to suer the contrast
between cold hard reality and the dream-like bliss of
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Just the fact that women are regarded as objects of
beauty sties any potential for philosophical
development. They come to learn very early on in life
that their prime asset in the world is their desirability
as women. To ensure a constant ow of benets, all
that is required of them is to know how to please and
manipulate men. And women know this is a skill easily
learnt.
Even when very young, a woman understands what
buttons to push in a man in order to get her way. She
knows the value of coquetry, irtation, ego-stroking
and other such feminine charms. Her very own father
is prone to become putty in her hands. Through trial
and error she learns that feminine behaviour rewards
while masculine traits are barely tolerated. This acts
to shrink her mind to minimal proportions
Woman is one-dimensional. She knows nothing other
than the steadily owing stream of emotions. Anything
other than this is inconceivable to her. In her heart of
hearts, she nds reason and the dialectical process
empty and meaningless. She has tremendous diiculty
in holding within her mind two or more abstract ideas.
She nds it diicult to stand back and assess the
logical relationship between them. Hence she is illequipped to expose inconsistencies in her thinking.
Whatever idea she happens to be entertaining at a
particular moment absorbs her more or less
completely, sealing her o from other ideas.
It is easy to see, then, why the concept of truth has
little meaning for her. She can only judge an idea in
terms of how much happiness it gives her. Her
subconscious mind processes such factors as how
many other people hold the same view, the question of
who it is exactly that hold the view and their value to
her, the reaction she would get if she were to
articulate this view to her friends, and so on. In short,
her concern is what eect the idea will have on her
place in the herd.
Thus we come to the key ingredient of female
psychology. What she hates most is any form of
personal responsibility. To stand up and be accounted
is anathema to her whole being, which only desires to
merge in with the crowd. The only way she will adopt
a position in life is when she is absolutely certain that
where gender is irrelevant? I, for one, would wholeheartedly welcome such a society. But - and this is no
mere trie - it would need individuals to comprise it.
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Women do not want to be individuals, they want to be
- women! In fact, the role of woman has evolved
precisely to minimize any genuine individuality.
Conict, a something fundamentally dierent from the
norm, an intense and sustained suering, a
conquering and striving for lofty impersonal ideals these are the qualities of an individual, qualities which
woman regards as aberrations of character. She hates
the individual, who necessarily undermines her world.
She strives to make everyone like herself - openminded, happy, tolerant, caring, sensitive to others,
cooperative - that is, a non-entity.
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Woman claims to desire real substance, yet the values
she holds dear - her "living for others" - necessarily
implies her lack of it. She desires substance, but it is
impossible for her to create something out of
nothing.Instead, she must continually strive to weaken
others, to reduce them to her own level of
nothingness. Only in this way, she can gain a feeling of
substance.
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If a woman truly desired substance, then she would do
well to throw o all that which makes her appear more
substantial than she really is: the relinquishing of the
roles of seducer and mother; a ceasing to be the actor;
a refusal to use illusions to emotionally manipulate
others to her own ends.
Can a woman do this? Does a woman want to do this?
I fear she does not desire genuine substance, but only
an imitation of it. I fear she only desires the increased
status involved in appearing substantial. I fear she
nds femininity all too pleasurable to give any honest
consideration to such matters.
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And so, the "new woman" strives to appear more
substantial. How does she go about this, remembering
that she is rst and foremost an actor? By way of
Science .
It is ironic that the male-dominated pursuit of science
has been a major player in the rise of the feminine.
Science has, for many people, made the belief in a
Christian God totally unacceptable. This has had the
apparent consequence of destroying ultimate meaning
in life. Although this is certainly a better philosophical
position than Christianity, it is deluded none the less.
Instead of entering into the purposelessness of
existence and discovering its innite signicance, we
turn away from it in despair and seek refuge in the
emotions.